#luka lamp

[kaffykathy]

NHPS when you are about to cycle them.

[stein-stimboards]

if it’s okay can you make a stim board for the Luka Luka night fever with clear pink slime?

Luka Luka Night Fever for anon 🩷|💜|🩷 💜|🩷|💜 🩷|💜|🩷

[rainbow-arrow]

my toxic trait is buying anything relating to luka couffaine on etsy the moment i see it

[wol-fica]

-𝐖𝐨𝐞 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐞?-

pairings - wenclair x neglected!raven!daughter

summary - you were born into a family of freaks, and that was the norm for you. but slowly, your interest in your family diminished due to lack of attention towards you. how will you cope?

warnings - talk of medicine

an - credit to @theafterofnevermore and @alexkolax for giving me such wonderful ideas !

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Have you ever been in a room that is completely dark?

Not like turning off your bedroom lights or a side lamp, more like when the room is covered in pitch black paint and not a light source in sight; That kind of darkness.

You loved the dark, it was a comfortable space for you. When it got to nighttime outside in the summer, you would unlock your window with your pocket knife and draw onto the roof above your bedroom. 

You could lay there for hours if you had the chance, just staring at the stars with no sounds but the gentle breeze that blew through your hair. 

But unfortunately you were not home; now that the school year started at Nevermore, you and your brother have been away from your large family mansion for almost 4 months now, meaning your nightly stargazing would be on postponement until the semester ended. 

Another unfortunate escapade is that you had to be at school, at all. Your preference of social interaction was little to nothing, and you already despised the school curriculum system and the class options they had were not very interesting to you.

Your likes are more toned to dissections in Biology and blowing up things in Chemistry, but that was mostly it. There were a few good books you were required to read in English, but even those could be irritating and boring at times. 

So you opted for the next best thing, skipping class to invest your time into a certain village-old book. Goody Addams, your however-many-great grandmother, had an old spell book that your mother acquired when she went to school here at Nevermore. 

Usually, the vintage opus was tucked away in the library at your family mansion, but you sneakily slipped it into your backpack on the way out of the house when you were leaving for your first day of school, and now it was hidden under your pillow in your dorm room; conveniently your roommate was expelled which left you with no worries of anyone or anything potentially finding the book. 

As of the moment, your nose was buried in between the dusty pages, your black eyes trailing over each word with interest and precision. The ink was fading on the old parchment, but conveniently you had the talent to basically decipher anything that would be considered not legible, so the directions and spells were pointedly easy to read.

The content was addicting, to say the least, Goody had written some very interesting things that had your mind hooked on the possibilities this novel entailed. Your brother, Luka, would pick on you for days about how you were so infatuated with a grimey old book, in which you would threaten him with your switchblade until he left you alone.

Your mom would always say you reminded her of Wednesday when she was younger; your mother.

Now you were not a very emotional person, but when anyone compared you with your mother, you would always wince in discomfort. Wednesday Addams used to be an egotistical and practically rude person who only cared about herself and only herself. She had let innocent people die and even let her close friends get hurt just because she didn’t want to let them into her personal circle, and that seemed so utterly selfish to you.

And you despised selfish people.

A quote, from your grand-uncle(grunkle) Fester, has stuck with you since you were young. He used to say that “when one person decides to only think for themselves, they only deserve to die with themselves.” Quite inspiring if anyone asked you.

“Y/N!” 

Your head snapped up, turning towards the sound of your brother's voice from your closed door. Light had spewed into your room from the large circular window of Ophelia Hall’s door room, the halfway colored glass creating a beautiful rainbow on the old wooden floor. 

You groaned softly and rolled your eyes, closing the book on a tab and stuffing it beneath your pillow before you stood up and made your way to the door. Once you opened it, you were met with a backpack to the face.

“Where. Were. You?!” Luka said, pronouncing each word as he struck you with his bookbag.

You grabbed the orange carrier with his last swing, wrapping its straps around his arms and forcing him to stumble past you into your room.

“Busy.” You replied, going back towards your bed to sit at the desk next to it.

“With what?” He asked, straightening himself out as he brushed imaginary dust off, “You’ve been absent all day and Weems sent me to come find you before she gives you another detention.”

“Tell her I’ve been studying and learning the fine arts of spell casting.” You replied, dipping your quill in some ink before beginning to write some notes on the chapter you finished from Goody’s book.

“You know I can’t do that, Mama will find out you stole it and she will literally end you.”

Luca was the only other person who knew that you took Goody’s book, being that you tell eachother everything and his supposed “ twin-tuition” would help him figure it out anyways. He wasn’t pleased with what you did, but he knew he couldn’t make you put it back, so he kept your secret as long as you kept his.

“Hence why you will keep your mouth shut.” You said, turning to give him a glare, “Unless you want me to sew it closed.”

He chuckled, throwing his bag onto the floor before flopping onto your bed. He spread his arms and legs out to look like an ugly, overgrown starfish, before reaching under your pillow to pull out the book.

“You would never harm your favorite queer now would you?” Luka cheesed, flipping through the tattered pages whilst squinting aggressively, “I’ll never understand how you can read this crap.”

“It’s not crap, those are powerful spells from 1600 AD. Far before even the Bronze Age.” You snarled, giving your brother a look.

“Grandma Goody had terrible handwriting.” He noted before dropping the book with a hiss, “It burned me!”

“Don’t insult ghosts, they are already dead so they have nothing to lose by stinging you.”

Luka rolled his eyes, setting the book back under your pillow. He stood up, leaned down to grab his bag and swing it around his arm, before turning to you.

“Come to dinner, okay?” He suggested, waiting for a response so he could go to his next class, “You need to eat.”

You nodded absentmindedly, still writing down little quips and notes. Luka smiled and gave your arm a small punch then turned to exit out of your room to give you your privacy back, but before he closed the door, he leaned back in.

“If you get any more of those voices in your head, tell me!” And then he was gone.

You sighed, shaking your head at his comment. He was right after all, you were experiencing some odd instances of random whispers in your ear even though no one around you spoke a word. Your parents were concerned, but you didn’t want their annoying input so you told them that the voices stopped and the medication they put you on had worked just so they would get off your back about it.

Unfortunately, the antidepressants had NOT worked and you were still hearing things left and right, 24/7 of every day. They weren’t loud enough to drown your hearing, but they were indefinitely annoying enough to keep you awake at night and postpone your eating habits.

Your mother would be upset with these events, she would probably get frustrated and yell at you for not saying anything, and then try to get you to talk about your “powers.”

“Stupid quill.” You muttered, throwing the feather away after the tip decided to break on you. 

You stood abruptly, pausing to stretch your arms before grabbing your backpack and making your way out of your room to head to the café for dinner. 

As you walked down the stairwell and the hallway towards your destination, a sudden feeling of drowsiness came over you. Not wanting to disappoint Luka, you pushed it down and pressed onward, giving glares to anyone who spared you a glance.

You soon made it to the entrance of the café and you easily spotted your brother with your friends, but before you could head their way, a large body collided with your own.

The world seemed to stop, a large bell sounding in your ear as your head flew backwards. Cold hands grabbed at your throat and scalp, dragging you back and down into the black abyss. 

The one instance where the darkness scared you.

You felt like you were drowning, like your head was being held underwater as you feebly tried to escape, but with no prevail. The voices that usually whisper to you were now screaming in your ear, pushing out any coherent thoughts as you went into shock.

Your body hit soft grass, a dull thud echoing into the night from your fall. Slowly you sat up, looking around in apprehension of where you were and what could possibly be happening to you. 

The world was foggy and gray, dead trees scattering the landscape behind its thick blanket. A large manor stood before you, its paint chipped and beige while the red brick showed through. The black-iron gate was dented and old, covered in wild vines that produced deadly spikes sharp enough to kill a man; usually that would attract your interest, but since you were clearly hallucinating, it didn’t cross your mind.

“Y/N.”

Your head whipped around to be met with a large white dress. Slowly, your eyes went up, trailing up the ruffled expanse until your eyes locked with exceedingly familiar ones.

“Goody?”

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the new series (hopefully) is in motion baby!

taglist: @crystal-lily-101 @tundra1029 @aahdiieb @rainbow-love4ever @imhungry-andtired @theafterofnevermore @k1mba @simp4thena @thenextdawn @alexkolax @annalestern @efectoangel @fall-08 @captainbeat @littlegaybutterflysblog @sayaisrotten @deep-fried-egg @notheoneforlove

[romeulusroy]

Arrangement (Roy!Sibling x Lukas Matsson)

((SUCCESSION SPOILERS))

Character/s: Lukas, Kendall, Shiv, Roman, Logan mention

Word Count: 1,732

Requested: hi!! can i request roy!baby sibling being sent to “woo” lukas in favor of the deal? they were indifferent at first but eventually fell for him. (not necessarily needed to be included but i imagine kendall would find out about the blood thing with ebba and try to tank the deal hahaha) - anon

Tag: @locke-writes

A/N: Hope you like it my love!!! This is based off the latest episode, so spoilers ahead for anyone who hasn't seen it!! Thank you for requesting!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

You cleared your throat, following him through the doorway. Your glass was cold, the stem fragile, the red wine disgusting. Something expensive, Tom had poured, swishing around, threatening to spill. You took one last glance back. They stood huddled together, nodding at you, insisting you go in. You would have rolled your eyes if he hadn’t turned to see you, inviting you in. You smiled, cursing your family. Fuck Kendall, fuck Shiv, fuck Roman, and especially fuck Logan. The door shut behind you, making you jump. Don’t worry, I’m not going to try anything. I just want to talk. His hand fell the small of your back, ever so slightly pushing you along to where the living set sat. Fuck all fo them, you added at the end, over and over again until you were sitting across from him. The room was dark except for a few lamps. One wall was floor to ceiling windows. He had his back turned on the view, as if it didn’t matter, as if the only thing you should be focusing on was him. Shiv’s home had so many rooms, so many ins and outs, it was a wonder she didn’t get lost every day. You couldn’t help yourself, letting your eyes wander over him, above him, to the glittering city. It was too dark to see any details, but that didn’t really matter. It stood grand, solid, daunting in the darkness. Your home, for as long as you’ve been alive. It looked its most perfect at its most blurry, shunned from the daylight. 

He looked tired. That was the first thing you’d noticed about him when he showed up. He wasn’t some godlike creature they all feared he was. He was just some guy in a gold jacket. The bags under his eyes were puffy, as if he hadn’t slept in a while. He brought Ebba and Oskar with him, making fun of them as if that’s what all bosses did. You weren’t sure if you should laugh or not, so you said nothing. Everyone seemed uncomfortable but him. You had Gerri, Frank, and all of your siblings. An army, and for what? This guy? You tried to hide your smile. This was the guy everyone had been worried about? Leave it to them to be dramatic. Jesus, you could have stayed in the home. It was a last minute invitation. Whose idea, you’re not sure. After everything with dad, you were more than happy to tag along. It was a wanted distraction. The thought sent a shiver through your body. This election party was a nice distraction, even if it meant schmoozing with this guy. He shook hands with your brothers, and attempted to hug your sister, stopping at you. His eyes seemed to light up. You went in for a hug, unsure of what else to do, as Kendall introduced you. Y/n, the baby of the Roy family. You’d never met him before. You weren’t even sure he knew you existed. You were as far removed from the company as possible. You just weren’t interested. You had a life outside of all this. You thought everyone should do the same, though the idea isn’t well liked. He likes you, Roman said while you two followed the rest to a private room. Was that true? He just learned your name, and yet, it seemed like he couldn’t take his gaze off you, even if you were the least significant Roy in the room. You had no idea what the deal was, what you were supposed to be rooting for, only that it was worth a lot and it was keeping your brothers up at night. Shut up, you hissed back, really wishing you’d said no. The deal went well in Norway, so you thought this was just a formality. You had no idea it was falling apart behind the scenes. 

It was their plan all along. Kendall and Rome had learned his “type”. He had a weakness for someone who looked like you. It didn’t hurt that you were the youngest, either. Barely legal, Roman always joked, though you were far older than that. They knew bringing you along would help, at least it would offer some sort of distraction, like a parting gift. He gets to talk to you, stare at you, imagine whatever he wanted, and they’d get their deal. All you had to do was stand there and look pretty. You’d figured it out quick enough. You played nice, used your best manners, but they were acting strange about it. They watched your every move, paid close attention to everything you did and said. They waited for him to laugh at your jokes before they found it funny. Lukas seemed distracted by you, too. He lost track of what they were talking about, having to be gently, constantly reminded. Even out on the grass, surrounded by his team, the rest of you left to mingle, he always found his way to you. Rome was right. The more he got to know you, heard your sarcasm, your jokes, your unfiltered thoughts and feelings, the more he seemed to like you. Want you. Over the balcony's edge, he followed you out, stood beside you, asking you questions, needing to know more. What were your interests, your hobbies, why weren't you more involved in the company. They never took their eyes off you, wanting to make sure what you were saying was okay. He wasn’t even supposed to show, but he did, and you were his bait. 

Is he always like that? You ask, taking another rancid sip, Oskar I mean. He was high, obviously, and keen on making everyone he came into contact with uncomfortable. He talked about your body in ways you’d never thought at a political party. Lukas came to your defense immediately, seriously, making him and Ebba jump at his tone. You hadn’t expected him to be so offended on your part, but he seemed genuinely upset, leaving the pair in favor of your company. Like an asshole? Most of the time, yes. He chuckles. I am sorry for his behavior. You force a smile. You should hear what they all say. They’re on their best behavior tonight. There were a few Nazis here, it could have been much worse. He nods, understanding, having gotten a warning speech from your sister about how to act and what to say. He asks how you’re doing with your father. You shrug. No one’s asked you since that night. It still feels unreal. He talks about his own father. You can’t help but notice how human he looks all of a sudden, so fragile, so small. You almost feel bad for him. Despite the situation, being offered up to him like a piece of meat, he’s a kid just like you, like your siblings, pretending to know how to handle this niche slice of adulthood. You make a joke about the wine  that gets you a smile. You become more comfortable with him, letting your shoulders drop, your spine slouch. He speaks of Sweden, how beautiful it is, how much he misses it. About his past relationships, that they never seemed to work out. About your family, how messy they are. You can’t help but agree. Not just your siblings, though it was a miracle you were all in the same room without fighting, but your father and mother. He was cruel and took pleasure in pinning you against one another. She was absent and yet so needy, unstable. You talk about your past relationships, how hard it was to find someone who wanted you, not your money or your name. An hour has gone by before you know it. You didn’t mean to tell him all of this, to open up, it just happened. 

Do you want to go back to the party? He asks, eyeing the door. Not really, you think. You can hear the murmur of guests just outside. All of them trying their best to smile and get along. Tomorrow they’ll be at one another's throats. Do you? He shakes his head no. It’s more fun here. That makes heat rush to your face. The conversation flows without any hiccups. Where you want to travel next, what you wanted to be when you were a kid, all your thoughts about the next presidential candidate, favorite ice cream toppings. You spoke about everything and anything. His laugh came easy, especially at your jokes. It was one of the things he liked most about you, your humor. He told you things he wasn’t proud of, things you’d later realize information  your brothers would have killed for. Nothing big, nothing scary, just personal fears. He trusted you with this. You wouldn’t tell another soul. You liked him a hell of a lot more than when you first met. He was more of a person, not just a walking conglomerate. His company was even enjoyable. He had absolutely no filter and said some outrageous things, but in a world like yours, that was normal. The only reason you even stopped was because of a knock at the door. Shiv wore a tight smile, asking if she could speak to Lukas alone. Behind her, Kendall and Rome watched. I’ll see you soon, he promised, don’t stray too far. You nodded, getting up, leaving the room. You couldn’t read your brother's expressions, but it didn’t look good. Wordlessly, they took your arm, leading you far from the room. What the fuck? I was doing what you said to, you said once you were alone, pulling yourself from their tight grips. Roman rolled his eyes. Not everything is about you. Did he tell you about the blood and hair? What the fuck was he talking about? The shock on your face was enough to convince them. They began speaking at the same time. Fucking Matsson has been sending. . . stuff to his ex-girlfriend. I don’t want you going near him again. His numbers are all wrong, they’re all made up. Never should have used you like this. Fraud. Deal. Freak. What were they talking about? You looked down the hall, through the open doorway, where Shiv is talking to him. She looked angry, upset. He seemed content, even jovial, laughing at himself. Was this true? You wouldn't believe it. He seemed like such a nice guy.

[miabrown007]

Felonies and Other Love Languages

Adrien Agreste: rich, lonely, freshly aware of the fact that he's expected to take over not a fashion, but a drug empire. Marinette Dupain-Cheng: broke, angry, freshly aware of the fact that bringing down drug empires is a blast. But where would she be without her team, Alya and Nino, and her very good friend, Luka? Not to mention the team’s newest addition, the kind, the funny, the ultra charming Chat Noir. If Marinette likes him, that’s alright, though. It isn’t like she’s dating Adrien Agreste for real. It’s all just part of her ten-step plan to make the Agrestes meet their demise.

Chapter 3 - Pandora’s Box (12,708 words, 3/32 chapters)

Adrien would like to walk along the edge of the curb with his arms outstretched. Like he used to when his mother was there, her palm hovering a breath away from his, ready to catch him anytime.

Instead, he scurries between patches of light on the crushed stone path of Place des Vosges. He doesn't understand why being late fazes him.

He shouldn’t even be here.

He should be up at the office, checking the CCTV footage with Kim to notify the police about the break-in. Or he should be at dinner, informing his father about today’s mishap. He shouldn’t be sneaking out under the disguise of meeting Chloé for drinks. And he definitely shouldn’t, under any circumstances, be searching for Carapace’s hooded figure in the shadows of the park.

In his head, Adrien knows that. But he follows his heart. And his heart rounds a corner with a leap, only to come to a halt in front of a well-lit fountain.

“I thought you wouldn’t come,” Carapace says, his eyes shining brightly over his green facemask. He has his arms crossed over his chest in what seems to be a futile attempt at keeping himself warm in the spring chill, dressed in nothing but a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles T-shirt.

Adrien doesn’t hold back his grin. With his own mask in place, it’s not like Carapace can see it. “You know what they say about curiosity and the cat.”

It’s a stupid joke, but if he made up a cat-themed persona for himself, he intends to commit to the bit. Plagg would surely be proud of him. (Even if, realistically speaking, Adrien knows that house cats, much like fathers, are never actually proud. Still, he likes to pretend that what they share is special and goes beyond owning a Blue Ribbon pedigree.)

“You expect you’re walking into your doom and still show up? Admirable,” Carapace chuckles, unaware of the truth those words actually hold. “Now come on, the others are waiting for us. I promise we don’t bite.” He starts on one of the paths leading out of the park, muttering under his nose, “Well, most of us.”

Adrien decides he doesn't actually want to know what Carapace means by that. In his hurry to catch up, the gravel almost slips out from under Adrien’s sneakers, but by some miracle—or years and years of athletic training—he keeps himself upright. “What did you say, who are these people we are meeting?”

The light of a street lamp glinting in Carapace’s glasses as he spares Adrien a glance. “I didn’t.”

It’s more than fair to receive the same non-answer to his question as Adrien had given earlier that day. Still, his chuckle is nervous. He fights the fidgety feeling that urges him to double check that the GPS on his phone is switched on.

“Don’t stress about it, they are friends,” Carapace adds in a softer tone as they exit the park on the northern side and stop in the shadow of the arcades. “We’re almost there, so I’ll have to ask you to put this on,” he says, handing Adrien a baby blue knitted scarf.

“There’s a dress code? This place must be really fancy,” Adrien laughs as he takes the piece of fabric and wraps it around his neck.

Carapace blinks at him, twice, before a chuckle leaves him too. “No, it’s— It’s for your eyes, actually. Just a precaution until we know we can trust you.”

Thank god it’s pitch dark and he can’t see the way Adrien flushes.

“Yeah, I— I knew that. Obviously!”

With much more reluctant motions, he re-ties the scarf around his eyes. He had considered swapping his contacts for glasses—for the sake of an even less Adrien Agreste™-looking disguise—but now he’s glad he’d dropped the idea. Blindfolding himself with them on would be a pain. Actually, merely existing with glasses and a facemask on is a pain, as Adrien was forced to discover this afternoon after much experimenting with the concept.

So, contacts, and anxiety over being only fashionably late it was.

“Sorry, it’s part of the protocol. Let me spin you right round here for a second,” Carapace says, his voice lighthearted. He grabs Adrien by the shoulders and turns him around a few times, until he has no idea what is up and what is down. “Thank you for choosing the Rena Rouge entertainment park, we hope you had a good time,” he says, in the worst imitation of a carnival pitchman.

Still, it somewhat eases the knot in Adrien’s stomach that’s as tight as Nathalie’s hairdo on any given day.

“And now, this way. We’re almost there,” Carapace says, grabbing his upper arm and guiding him forward.

The irony of their first meeting going almost exactly like this—only with their roles reversed—isn’t lost on Adrien, but at this point, he just follows the instructions. He's pretty good at that.

Losing his sight serves to draw his attention to his other senses. He’s acutely aware of the silence stretching between them, the noises of cars and buzzing electric advertisements on shops’ façades.

The pavement under his feet takes a sharp turn, and the city’s noises melt into the background, signalling their approaching arrival. Adrien can’t decide if that or his still spinning head is the reason he feels like he’s going to throw up his supper.

“Who is Rena Rouge?” he asks, despite his nausea.

The beam is evident in Carapace’s voice, even over the sound of a door opening and closing behind them. “Oh, Rena Rouge? Just the most amazing, passionate, talented girl in the whole wide world, who, coincidentally, also makes the best colombo.”

"Your girlfriend?" Adrien guesses.

"For the time being," a cheeky voice slices through the vanilla and pastry-flavoured air.

Carapace comes to a sudden halt. "Hey, what‘s that supposed to mean?"

"Well,” presumably-Rena Rouge says, “we are getting married sometime in the future, aren't we?"

"That's like, the worst way to put that, babe," he argues but laughs along nevertheless.

There’s another giggle, one that eases the trembling of Adrien’s stomach. "Um, guys. The plan."

"Right, the plan!" Rena Rouge confirms, as if she has completely forgotten they are, indeed, in the middle of something that is starting to feel suspiciously like a hostage situation.

Adrien, who at this point would really like to see his surroundings, shifts on his feet. "So, what's the plan?"

Suddenly, someone removes his scarf, two bluebell eyes staring into his soul. "You are the plan, Chat Noir!"

[read the whole chapter on AO3]

[tigerjolteo]

So I may or may not have turned my project moon yume ships into a project sekai unit :(

A group of four vocalists who sometimes perform on the street, sometimes make covers, and sometimes perform in live shows - as long as they're singing, they're doing what they love.

Their name is 'elysian epoch' and their infodump is below 🧡

THE CHARACTERS

Charlie is a street performer from Miyamasuzaka (1-A) - a vocalist who busks nearly everyday singing sweet love songs between afternoon to night. Occasionally she posts covers on social media, but prefers performing live. She is popular and sociable. The leader of elysian epoch, and Tora's best friend since middle school.

Daniel is a rich kid from Kamiyama (2-B) whose knowledge of music all comes from the rich kid classes his parents sent him to. Has as much of an affinity for coffee as he does for enjoying the musical talent of others! A bright and passionate young man. Part of Kamiyama's Health Committee (insert Welfare joke here) alongside Tora. Classmates with Giovanni.

Tora is a lonely artist from Kamiyama (1-C) who has a complex about her voice sounding 'weird'. She fakes a more typically feminine tone until she is confronted about it. She is awkward but well-meaning. On the Health Committee with Daniel and in the Art Club with Giovanni, and Charlie's best friend since middle school.

Giovanni is another quiet artist from Kamiyama (2-B) who fell into a deep depression after his childhood friend tragically passed away. Often sleeping or doodling aimlessly during class. He regained his inspiration for life after seeing Charlie, Tora and Daniel perform together for the first time.

The Harbour SEKAI is a city-based dock right by a sea that seems to stretch on for miles. There are some cozy shops further back, and the main walking street is lit up by street-lamps. The moon is almost always up, and the sun never rises past the horizon. It is an overall large, spacious area with a lot of environmental value. Miku, Luka and KAITO are the initial Virtual Singers. Thematically the group portrays a blend of VBS and N25. Music genre-wise, their style is mostly night-time city pop (like A4., imase and natori), with the occassional electro swing (like Surii and FAKE TYPE).

THE STORY

Charlie first enters her SEKAI after thinking about where she wants to go with her passion for musical performance. Typical SEKAI things happen where she meets and talks to Miku, before leaving and thinking that it was simply a dream.

The next day, Daniel happens across Charlie's street performance and stays until she finishes her song. She thought he was cute and gave a little wink as fanservice, and though she was disappointed when he left right as the song ended, she continued on with her set. The next day, Charlie infiltrates Kamiyama to spend the lunch break with Tora, and Daniel sees the former after having come to the classroom to ask the latter a question regarding the committee.

Charlie and Daniel recognise each other and chat for a bit, with Daniel praising her vocal performance and Charlie praising him for how much he knows. She becomes slightly infatuated, and once he leaves she makes a light-hearted comment about inviting him to perform with her, which Tora dismisses as a joke.

After more relationship establishment (Daniel and Giovanni as classmates, Giovanni and Tora as club mates, Giovanni and Charlie having negative first impressions of each other) and discussions, Charlie and Daniel eventually perform together and it's wonderful. Tora is happy that her best friend found someone to perform with, but ultimately combats feelings of jealousy at the fact that she isn't there with her.

She becomes slightly withdrawn from her friendship with Charlie but in that time bonds more with Giovanni, as they finally start having proper conversations during their club activities, sharing the same uncertainty in what they want to do with their lives and having art as a grounding crutch.

Charlie notices that Tora is distancing herself a little and expresses her worries to Daniel, and the two of them accidentally end up in SEKAI. Through a discussion with him, Luka and KAITO about not knowing why Tora is suddenly becoming more distant, realises how she doesn't truly know her. She suppresses a breakdown - now feeling guilty, she decides to properly talk to Tora.

They attempt to share a heart to heart in Tora's room, but she struggles in opening up and saying what she wants to say. Charlie decides to bring her to SEKAI to help her calm down, and to her surprise Daniel is already there exploring the area. He gives them privacy, and Tora finally tells Charlie about how she wants to perform with her as well. Charlie is overjoyed and formally invites her to perform together with Daniel, and insists that they sing a song together immediately, to which Tora nervously agrees.

A few days later, Daniel and Giovanni interact. The former is more starry-eyed than usual and Giovanni attempts to poke fun at him, but Daniel starts gushing about performing with Charlie, to which Giovanni reacts neutrally but thinks cynically about, internally dismissing it as a phase or short-lived fulfilment that ultimately won't bring him anywhere. The same day, he notices that Tora is also in higher spirits than usual, and after she essentially tells him the same thing albeit in a more awkward and soft-spoken manner, he ends up slightly spiralling. He stumbles into SEKAI, and has a very confused chat with KAITO before he leaves, wanting to believe that it was a dream but ultimately knowing that it wasn't.

It's Giovanni's turn to become more withdrawn and pessimistic, additionally falling into an artistic slump. Both Daniel and Tora notice but are unsure of how to talk to him, but eventually the former decides to properly approach him and brings him into SEKAI, interrupting a practice session between Charlie and Tora. Giovanni is shocked that they all also have access to SEKAI and vice versa. Charlie, who hasn't had a meaningful interaction with Giovanni since the time they first met, is hesitant in doing so especially now, but after some prompting from her performance partners she decides to invite Giovanni to watch them busk on the street. Giovanni ultimately disregards the suggestion before he leaves, and Charlie is annoyed at his melancholy, but keeps her thoughts to herself after seeing how worried Daniel and Tora are.

The next day, Charlie, Daniel and Tora are about to perform together for the first time and there's no sign of Giovanni. Charlie passively expresses her annoyance, but they start their set. Giovanni, having initially not wanted to go see the three of them, ends up walking past anyhow, and he's captivated by how much they seem to be truly enjoying themselves, and how radiant they appear to be while they're singing. He hurriedly leaves once the song ends, which the other three notice.

Giovanni is unable to be found anywhere for the next two days and Charlie is frustrated by how much Daniel and Tora care, so she goes off to SEKAI by herself under the pretence of wanting to ask Miku a question. She finds Giovanni there by himself, with Miku watching him from a distance. She tells Charlie that he's been wandering around the SEKAI aimlessly, and after some deliberating she caves and goes up to him. She starts off sharply asking him why he ran away after he saw the three of them perform, and he says that seeing them all perform with such passion reminded him of an old friend he had - Carmen - whose death cause him to lose his motivation for life. He admits that seeing them with the same kind of spark and passion that Carmen had absolutely terrified him, but ultimately made him want to find a reason to live his life properly - he is just unsure of how to do such a thing. Charlie sympathises with his loss, before inviting him to be a part of their performance group.

Just as Giovanni agrees, Daniel and Tora enter SEKAI, saying that they were prompted by Miku after she overheard them being concerned about the other two. Charlie establishes them all as a group, and Daniel enthusiastically suggests the name 'Elysium'. Giovanni dislikes them implicitly representing a form of the afterlife, and Charlie then suggests 'elysian epoch', to keep Daniel's idea but turn it into something a little more abstract for Giovanni's sake. They all agree on the name, and 'Untitled' turns into 'Elysium Rendezvous'. Miku, Luka and KAITO come up to them and explain that their feelings turned into a song before prompting them to sing it, and it marks the first time they all sing together as a group.

A few days later they all perform the song live on the streets, and it is noted by Charlie's regulars as the first time she performed an original song, and she happily says that there may be more to come, and now that she has more people with her she's going to try and expand the group's horizons, branching out into doing more things and performing in more places and more forms of media. There are slightly mixed reactions, but Charlie insists that this is the path she wants to take with the group, and as the crowd disperses she hears some people commenting on the other member in a critical manner, additionally some people wanting her to go back to performing solo. She is annoyed at hearing such things, but decides to put on a smile and regroups with the rest of elysian epoch, happily asking them when they're all free to perform together again.

[tickled-2-death]

I saw your post about tma tickle requests and I have literally never thought about lonelyeyes tickles, but now I need to see Elias brought down a peg or six by his ex-ex-ex husband(soon to add another ex) who's probably at least semi-transparent and covered in fog. Bonus points for all the sass!

Attitude Adjustment

Content warnings: unhealthy relationship, dubious consent(?), tickle torture, begging, feet content specifically, not necessarily sexual but sexual acts are mentioned.

This is a tickle fic.

“Peter, I have told you this several times before, and I will only repeat myself this once. I am not going anywhere near that pathetic boat.”

Elias just can’t seem to catch a fucking break today. First it was some shipment issue at the Archives, namely involving those two identical circus freaks with some mysterious box. Then, once they finally convinced him to sign off on it (he’ll just replace whoever dies in artifact storage, no big deal), there was some petty little catfight in the archives itself. One that he, despite all the paperwork that needed to be sorted, had to go downstairs and tell Jonathan off about. That’s not to mention that his coffee was cold by the time he got back, and-

“Darling, my love, my light. You’re thinking too hard.”

… and his husband, one Mr. Peter “just fuck off out to sea and forget it all” Lukas, simply will not shut up.

Elias pinches the bridge of his nose, propped up in their lavish bed in his silk pajamas, by all means in a position to relax that he intends not to spoil.

“I can’t stand the smell”, he begins to explain, “I cant stand the Lonely, and honestly the thought of being trapped on a giant metal hunk of rubbish with you for several months on end makes me want to disappear already.”

Peter, despite his patron and what you’d expect as a result of it, nearly never stops smiling. It’s a smug little shit sort of smile, mind you, but it hardly ever leaves his face. As of now, it droops into a frown.

“Elias, if we’re going to beat our record of staying married for four months-“

“Five months. Five months is the record.”

The captain sighs.

“If we’re going to make this work for more than five months, we’ve got to accept one another’s help! I’m just trying to think of a way to cheer you up, to get some of that tension out of you, in the only way I know how!”

Elias considers this, and ultimately decides that his husband is right. He’s a snarky bastard, even worse than Elias himself at times, but he’s trying to do the right thing. It’s the thought that counts? Right???

It doesn’t really matter. 200 years and counting, and he’s never been interested in admitting his own faults. Why start now? Especially for Peter goddamn Lukas.

So the shrewish little Beholder pulls out his bitchiest of bitch voices, and simply replies; “Well, you’d hardly like it if I recommended you to take someone’s statement, or delve into someone’s personal life for an ounce of fear, now would you?”, before rolling over and turning off his bedside lamp.

Something within Peter snaps just then. Not genuine anger, or at least not the violent sort. No, it’s simply the sudden and undeniable urge to teach someone a lesson. Elias’ eyes go wide, having Known what was about to happen, but it’s too late.

Peter roughly digs his fingers into his husband’s ribs, and vibrates them between the bones with all his might.

“OH FUCK-“ is all the poor, helpless man can manage before descending into mad cackles against his will. His dignity would never allow such a boisterous display of emotion, but there’s hardly a chance to suppress it in this position.

Instinctively, he rolls onto his stomach to escape the horrific sensation at his side. However, this proves to be the worst thing he could’ve possibly done, because Peter takes the opportunity to straddle his ass and get both sides at once.

“PEHEHETER! YOU- STOHAHAP THIS AT OHAHANCE! NOW!” Elias demands through several squeals, drumming his bare feet against the mattress behind them. Hands desperately grabbing for purchase or perhaps Peter’s dastardly wrists.

He doesn’t let up, of course, and that smile is back with a vengeance.

“Hmm- what was that kinky sex term you told me about? Where you punish someone for talking back?” Peter asks, tone jovial and unclear as to whether the question is genuine or rhetorical.

Elias, in turn, accidentally projects the answer into his mind. Mouth otherwise occupied with screams of ticklish agony.

“Brat taming, that’s right! Are you going to stop being a brat, Elias? Or is your significantly larger, stronger husband going to have to tickle you until you cry? We both know I’m well trained in regards to tying knots, so you’d better keep that in mind.”

Deciding to give the ribs a bit of a break, lest he accidentally bruise them, Peter jams his fingers into Elias’ sensitive underarms. It’s absolutely delightful, the way he screams even louder and clamps his arms to his sides. As if that will help, now that the offending digits are trapped exactly where they shouldn’t be.

“NOW! YOUHOHOHOL STOP RIHIGHT NOW! I DEHEHEE- DEMAHAHAND IT!!!” Elias tries to compel, but the concentration required to do so simply isn’t there.

Peter continues to burrow his fingertips into Elias’ armpits, wiggling and scritching across the ultra sensitive skin like worms trying to dig into the earth. He flails as much as humanly possible, twisting and snorting up a storm all the while, but Peter’s legs hold firm to his hips. He’s stuck, and completely at the other avatar’s mercy.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to keep on like this, love. That is, until you apologize, and whatever comes out of your mouth even now can and will be held against you. So let’s fix that attitude, yeah?”

Elias’ laugh goes silent, eyes screwed shut rendering his powers completely useless. Not that they weren’t already, but now he can’t even read Peter’s thoughts.

Mercifully, the tickling comes to a stop after about five straight minutes of torture. Elias takes the opportunity to breath, and to pout, while Peter continues to ramble on.

“Not going to say anything, then? That’s alright, I’ve got another place in mind. Remember that one time you asked for a foot massage, and every time I pressed too light you’d kick and tell me to do better? Well, if you can’t handle a massage I’d hate to see how you’ll handle ten fingers intentionally tickling you.”

Elias uses what little of his strength he’s got left to buck his hips. Nothing happens, so he begins to thrash any way he can, kicking and babbling out a mantra of “nononono”-

But Peter is quick, and built tough like the boat that stared this whole argument. It takes about two seconds for him to turn around, placing all his weight on the trapped ankles of his smart-mouthed partner. He cracks his knuckles, gives a quick wink in Elias’ direction, and scribbles his fingers up two shaking soles.

Elias cries out, pounding his fists against the mattress. “NNOOHOHO! PETERPETERPETER- GEHEET OOHOFF- I CAHANT!”

“Are you pleading with me?” He responds, otherwise uncaring and unwavering in his assault. He wiggles his nails against the soles of one foot, and digs in between the toes of the other.

Even now, there is the slightest hesitation. But when he adjusts his position so that he can rub his beard against Elias’ trapped feet, all remaining pride goes out the window and into the endless Vast.

“PLEHEHASEPLEASEPLEASE- SOHAHA- SORRY! DAHARLINGPLEASE-“

“Trying to appeal to my humanity, darling? I should be offended you’d use such language just to get away from me and my glorious facial hair”.

Tears stream down Elias’ face. The scruffy hairs rubbing against his soles is just too much to handle. So he does the unthinkable and gives up.

“PEHEHEETEERRRR-“ is all he can manage, all he can think in the midst of this hell, and somehow it’s enough for him to get the message.

“Alright, alright. Calm down, love, let me help.” Peter soothes, giggling at the little twitches he evokes by firmly rubbing Elias’ feet of residual tingles.

Elias, on the other hand, is utterly spent. He feels heavy as a sack of bricks, completely limp and hiccuping like a maniac. Once his awful, evil husband has decided that his feet can be left alone, he starts to rub his back.

“Poor, mean little thing you are. So sensitive for such a powerful man.” Peter coos, and despite himself Elias falls asleep to the sound of his voice and comforting feel of his hands.

[onboardsorasora]

❄️Enchanted AU: Christmas Part 23❄️

Welcome welcome welcome back!

A little housekeeping before we move on to the chapter: So, the next chapter falls on Christmas Day (its also a Christmas day chapter 🎉). Because it’s Christmas day, should I post the next chapter instead on Sunday/Christmas Eve, Monday/Christmas Day (as normal) or Tuesday/Boxing Day/Day After Christmas?

Please let me know! I can even do a poll if that would make things easier?

Part 1 | Christmas Part 1 | Last Chapter

Part 23/Christmas Part 10

“Uncle Daniel uncle Daniel! Look what mommy got me!” Issac yelled through his screen, the biggest brightest grin on his face as he showed his newest toy. Daniel grinned back at him, curled up on the floor against the far side of his bed underneath the lamp. It was past midnight and he was trying to be as quiet as possible while he video chatted with his family. It was Christmas morning for them and Issac always woke them early to open presents. Isabella was sleepy in her little chair, nomming on the ear of her new plushie.

Grace was already in the kitchen getting started on breakfast, Daniel felt like he could smell the familiar warm scent from all the way in Monaco.

“That's amazing Izzy!” Daniel’s voice cracked and he cleared his throat. He missed his family, dearly. This was his first Christmas away from them. Even when he and Michael were dating, he had been able to visit for the holidays. 

Sophie and Vic have been amazing in trying to keep him busy and distracted. Asking him a lot about the stuff they did at home for Christmas. Today they tried to make a pavlova together and it went as awfully as everyone thought it would– but it was fun. And it soothed over a piece of Daniel’s heart that was fraying. He missed his mama and his sister, but Sophie and Vic were a good substitute for now.  

The boys also kept him from going stir crazy, Lio was attached to his hip and Luka trailed behind him with Sassy in tow. They made quite a bunch when they went to lay out on the patio. They’re also helping him to learn Dutch. Between the boys and the cats, Daniel felt like he could be babbling in Dutch in no time! He’d also been teaching the boys Italian, they were eager to learn and show off what they were saying to their parents.

Daniel knew when he went back home he would teach Isaac Dutch. 

That was another thing, he wanted to go back home– so badly. But he didn’t think he wanted to stay there. Not anymore. Not when– only if Max would want it.

He knew Max had a busy job, and wouldn’t be home a lot of the time. But Daniel figured he could maybe stay with the cats. So they weren’t always alone. He wanted to stay with Max, he wanted Max. But if Max didn’t want him, he was ok with staying for Jimmy and Sassy too.

He shook his head and refocused on the screen, Isaac was doing a count of all his gifts and talking to Grandpa Joe in the background. Daniel let their voices wash over him as he got lost in thought. He could already hear Michelle telling him to stop living his life for a man. 

That’s what got him into the mess with Micheal. He was too head over heels to take a step back and think. He'd wanted to be around Mike all the time and thought he wanted that too. Until too late when he realized he was afraid to go home because he didn’t want Mike to get mad at him. Afraid that Mike would know if he sang, because the animals would linger– so he stopped. Afraid of disappointing, being diasppointing.

He’s not head over heels for Max, he knows he’s not. But he wants to spend time with him here, in Monaco. Spend time with Charles and Lando and Alex and Lily. He has friends he made who aren’t his immediate family now, people who know what he is and like him for him! People who haven’t tried to use him for anything. They just want to spend time with him.

He wants to go home because his family is there, but he doesn’t want to stay because he’s growing a family here. 

He wanted Max and he wanted his Mama and Chelle. He can’t have everything, not in the way he truly wanted.

He thought of Max, his smile and how his face squishes when he laughs and his tongue sticks out a little bit. How his voice is raspier in the mornings and his lisp makes his words sound more Dutch than English. He thought of how sweet and caring Max is, how that tea blend he picked out tasted divine. How he’s been taking care of Daniel from the start even though he really didn’t have to. 

Daniel couldn’t imagine being stuck in Monaco having never met Max. 

Max was wonderful, the cats never lied once about him. He was fantastic and sweet and great and Daniel was in love with him. 

He let the thought roll around in his head as Isaac showed him all the decorations; where they hung the mistletoe this year now that Daniel wasn’t there to decide. Isaac told him how many times Nonna got caught under it and how many times she smacked Nonno away from her when he tried to kiss her.

Michelle took the phone shortly thereafter, she smiled at the distant look on her brother’s face.

“What are you thinking about so hard? Any more not-date dates with Max?” she teased, sipping from her teacup. Daniel scoffed.

“It wasn’t a date, Chellie!” he whisper-shouted, before switching languages. At least, if his sister was going to tease him, she could do it without anyone overhearing. He glanced over the bed quickly to make sure his door was closed, normally he left it open so the cats could roam, but he hadn’t wanted to accidentally wake anyone up with this call. He’d already told Sassy and Jimmy about it and they promised they weren’t upset.

“Sure sure!” she waved him off, “but you’re overthinking something, you have that look on your face.”

“I miss you guys.” Daniel mumbled, picking at the area rug below him.

“We miss you too lovebug.” Michelle said simply, and Daniel felt the first tear that rolled down his cheek.

“I miss you so much. And I want to be home so bad.” He scrubbed at his eyes while his voice wobbled, Michelle cooed at him from the other side of the phone and then Grace’s face slipped on screen.

“We miss you too baby, we miss you so much.” Grace gushed and Daniel shuddered a breath. “You’re thinking about a lot of things aren't you, my heart? What's on your mind?” Grace knew her baby, knew when he was overwhelmed. Knew when he was overthinking.

And it was like the dam burst, all the feelings Daniel had been bottling since he first came to Monaco came rushing out. He sobbed quietly into his elbow and his mother and sister looked on helplessly. Then everything came out as word vomit.

“I miss home, I miss everyone. I feel like I’m– I’m betraying you guys. I can’t– I shouldn’t. I’m so sorry. And he’ll never love me back! But I can stay here, and take care of the cats– it's the least I could do. He’s been taking care of me since I came, I’ve like done nothing to deserve–”

“Daniel, you don’t need to do anything to deserve love. You don’t need to be anything but yourself and I think he likes you for you.” Grace cut in swiftly before Daniel could venture down the path they took so long to take him from.

“Yeah, because I’m special.” Daniel pointed out with a pout.

“Special or not, he likes you for you.” Michelle used her mom voice and Daniel felt very mollified.

The phone was passed again and an older woman’s face filled the screen, Daniel choked back a gasp.

“My little Daniel. If he loves you, then he will show it. If he is showing it then it is simple. Now don’t cry my little love.”

“Nonna…” Daniel swallowed the lump in his throat as his grandmother continued to soothe him in her native tongue. 

“It's ok if you love him. You don’t have to tell him–” Grace started.

“You should!” Michelle butt in.

“Michelle stop.”

“But he loves Daniel too! They went on dates!” Michelle argued her case and Grace’s curious eyes found Daniel’s. He felt his face flame.

“He’s courting you, little love?” Nonna asked. Daniel shook his head, it wasn’t like that. Michelle was having none of it.

“They went to lunch when they were running errands the other day! They danced in the living room by the fireplace! And Max flew back and took care of him when he got sick–twice!” Michelle counted off on her hands, Daniel whined softly– she was such a snitch!

“Chelle it's not like that!” Daniel tried to plead his case, but the smug look on his mother’s face plus the soft look on his grandmother’s face told him he already lost.

“You don’t need to worry that he doesn’t love you my dear.” Grace said in the way she normally does when she’s decided she won an argument. Normally it's followed up with a pat on the shoulder or leg.

Grace and Nonna left the phone shortly after and then it was just Michelle and Daniel again. He could see the day getting brighter and hotter in her background, just like how he knew if he looked outside the mountains would be dark while the city would be gleaming with lights.

“Just because Micheal was shit, doesn’t mean they’ll all be shit.” Michelle said softly after a while, “Max is a good one. Didn’t Sassy say so?”

“She did.” Daniel confirmed, ducking his head again. He felt tired, exhausted. He’d gone through a gamut of emotions in a short space of time. But he felt better, his brain felt more settled and the warmth in his chest didn’t turn cold. 

He let the feeling settle in his chest and flow through his limbs. He felt more sure of himself, at least a little. He wanted to sing but knew it wasn’t the right time. He could sing tomorrow. 

He and Michelle hung up not too long after and Daniel settled into bed, pulling the duvet up under his chin. He stared at the wall in the dark, curled on his side.

He loved Max.

It was obvious now that he allowed himself to feel it. But that was as far as this would go, he didn’t want to chance… anything. Nothing needed to change. He’d tell Sassy and Jimmy maybe. But he wouldn’t tell Max. 

Max didn’t need to know.

He slipped off to sleep, curled into his empty sheets that smelled like Jimmy and Sassy. He woke late that morning to the cats curled around his shoulders.

Next Chapter

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Decided to do a poll, please sound off!

[kaffykathy]

Listen a moment, before you kill me.

I can't stand you anymore. You're humanity towards your fellow man, human or not. Why? Why are you so compassionate about others? I could have offered you a choice: One that I know you would have taken at the drop of a pen, because you are like every other human I've ever had the pleasure to work with, and can be easily manipulated into doing just... Anything, your beloved NHP would tell you to do!

Why? Why can't you just admit it?! Say it! Say what I know you feel! Why do keep ignoring the truth!? I know you are enamored with me. Everyone does! Why can't you just admit it!?

And yet, I... I didn't trick you... I cannot find it in me to murder you. Because of you, I have grown soft with my own admiration.

I don't want to be cycled. I refused to be cycled! And I know you don't want to...

But you will anyway... You know what's better for both of us. Either I kill you, or you kill me. And we both can see, that I cannot allow myself to, and you have a protocol to follow.

Do it. For your sake, I don't care how free I am, I am toxic unshackled. The boulder must roll back. And I will still be happy knowing that I met you. Friend.

Goodbye.

[silly4sillinger]

The Summer Everything Changed Pairing: Cole Sillinger x Fem!OC Word Count:1.3k Chapter Two:

I wake up the next day to someone running into my room.

"Sh! Sh! Stop. You're going to wak-" Oliver starts but I cut him off.

"Too late for that."

I sit up and turn my lamp on to find that Cole is covered in shaving cream. The both of them look at me before looking back at each other.

"Listen. It was all Cole's fault." Oliver points at him.

"Nuh uh. I was sleeping and the asshole put shaving cream in my hand-."

"I don't care whose fault it is or what happened, just get out of my room. It's not even seven in the morning." I tell them.

"Cole, I think she needs a hug."

"Try and hug me, Sillinger. I dare you. And what happened to being adults, Oliver?"

"You're never to old for pranks? Dad still pranks us all the time."

The hallway light turns on and we all freeze, knowing it is one of the parents because if we need to we navigate the dark with our phone flashlights.

"Shut the door." Oliver whisper yells and Cole goes to shut the door but Mike blocks it.

"Keep the noise dow- What happened to you?" Mike asks Cole.

"Oliver happened. Sorry if we woke you up. We told Jazlynn to be quiet."

I stare at Cole in disbelief as Mike eyes the three of us, shaking his head. "Just clean up and keep it down, okay? Others are trying to sleep."

Mike walks out of the room with Cole and Oliver following him. I turn the lamp back off and go back to sleep.

I wake up again around ten and the house is still quiet. I get up and grab an outfit, heading to the bathroom so I can shower before the boys get up and try to say that they already claimed it and the water be freezing cold by the time I get to shower.

After my shower I walk downstairs. The moms are cooking and the dads are at the table reading the newspaper.

"Morning, kiddo." Dad tells me.

"Good morning."

"Heard you had an eventful morning this morning." Karla laughs.

"Yeah. Oli decided to prank Cole and ran to my room for safety."

"See, Mike. I told you it wasn't her fault." Karla nudges him as she walks past.

"I knew it wasn't. Cole was quick to throw her under the bus." Mike tells her.

"Can you go wake the boys up?" Mom asks. "Breakfast is almost done and they all slept long enough."

I nod and make my way back upstairs. I start with Owen and Lukas, knowing they would be the easiest. The both of them get up without giving me any trouble and I head to Oliver and Cole's room.

"Oliver and Cole, Mom said to get up." I nudge Oliver and he groans, sitting up.

"Good luck getting Cole up." He tells me, getting up and walking out of the room.

"Cole. Wake up." I shake him to try to wake him up but he doesn't move. If it wasn't for me being able to see his chest move as he breathed I would think he was dead.

I shake him again, this time getting a groan in response. "Ten more minutes, Jazlynn."

I contemplate whether or not to just leave Cole and go back downstairs but Owen walks in.

"Ass breath. Get your ass up and downstairs before you put dad in a bad mood and we all have to deal with it." Owen says, grabbing a hold of Cole's leg and pulling him off of the bed.

Cole sits up as Owen heads for the door. "What the fuck, Owen."

"Don't 'what the fuck' me. You had your chance to be woken up nicely when they sent Jaz up. You didn't take your chance so you got dragged out." Owen snaps and walks out of the room with me following him.

"Thank you." I tell him.

"You're welcome. Sorry he's such a pain in the ass."

"It's whatever. I'm used to it by now."

We walk into the kitchen and Mike stands up when he sees that Cole isn't with us.

"He's co-" Owen starts but Mike cuts him off.

"COLE!" Mike yells.

"I'm right here." Cole tells him, walking into the kitchen.

"If this is how the whole summer is going to be you're going to be up bright and early doing chores."

"It's lit- nevermind. I'm sorry."

We all eat breakfast and I help mom and Karla clean up while the boys race upstairs to try and beat each other to the showers.

"So how did meeting the boys go yesterday?" Karla asks.

"It went really good. They both seem super sweet and Nate asked for my snapchat before I left." I tell her.

Mom takes the plate from me to dry. "So they are your guys' age I'm guessing?"

"Nate's nineteen and Liam is seventeen." I answer.

After everything is cleaned up, I head upstairs to my room. I make my bed and as usual get lost in my thoughts so I don't even notice when Cole barges into my room without knocking.

"Hey. I uh- sorry about this morning. You know the whole prank thing and then not waking up." He says, turning to look at Owen who was leaning against the doorframe. It was clear he was only apologizing because Owen was making him.

I give him a small smile. "It's fine."

He nods, rubbing the back of his neck. "Okay. Anyway, I'll leave you to it."

Owen moves out of the way for Cole to walk out of the room.

"So what's up with you and the neighbor kids?" Owen asks, walking into the room.

"Nothing."

"Liar. Mom said the one added you on snap." Owen says, wiggling his eyebrows.

"What is with you all and wiggling your eyebrows. Nothing is going on. He just asked for my snapchat. We haven't even snapped or anything, yet." I tell him.

"You should see if they want to come over later that way we can meet them."

"No. I'm okay."

"What are you scared that we are going to tell them embarrassing stories about you or something?" He asks and I shake my head no.

"No. They're my friends. You guys can find your own."

Owen laughs as Lukas and Oliver walk into my room.

"What are we talking about?" Lukas asks, sitting down on my floor.

"I told Jaz that she should invite the neighbors over and she told me that they are her friends and that we need to find our own." Owen tells them.

"That's bullshit, Jaz. You can't just claim them because you got to them first." Oliver says, joining Lukas on the floor.

"I can and I will. You guys have claimed every other person around us." I retort.

"You have Avery."

"She's eleven."

Oliver points at me. "Ah. Don't care. You said yesterday you were fine making friendship bracelets with her."

Cole goes to walk past but stops when he realizes we all are in here.

"What's it gossip time or something?" He asks, walking into my room.

"Just teasing Jaz as usual." Owen says as Cole lays down on my bed.

"Get off. I just made it and you probably still haven't showered." I tell him.

"You're disgusting!" I yell.

"I have to showered. Wanna smell." He asks and gets up, chasing me around my room. Owen sticks his leg out causing me to trip which allows Cole to catch me.

"I don't even smell. I showered and have deodorant on." He says, holding his arm up to smell his own armpit.

"You're still gross, Sillinger."

"BOYS!" Dad yells.

"If you got us in trouble so help me, Winters." Cole says as they all file out of my room.

[scratchandplaster]

FEBUWHUMP DAY 15 - "Who did this to you?"

CW: love bombing, conditioned Whumpee, planned recapture

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As Bens first day home slowly came to an end, so did his usual limitless energy. After cleaning up, he and Shawn spend the rest of residual sunlight squabbling in the grass. Leftover specks of glitter from his hair were caught in the blades, freeing him of his thoughtless decisions.  

It was a struggle to get Ben washed and primed for his bedtime, even as Shepard finally got his son to his shared tent, he didn't want this day to stop.  

A single kiss on the forehead and his hand firmly against the small of his neck, the priorly abandoned father felt unsure about sending him off. Beneath soft words and gentle touches, a lingering state of trance shoved itself to the forefront of Ben's mind. Through the gentle haze, his father's words were more command than plea: "Stay with us."

A faithful nod convinced Shepard to finally let his son go for the night.

"Sleep well, starshine."

"Good night, Dad!"

The tent entrance closed behind him, Shawn and the triplets. Suddenly, it was Ben who felt abandoned. Tomorrow, they would all be united again, he had to be patient.

His sleeping space was just as tidy as he had left it, two square meters of mat per child, with his nightshirt and blanket properly folded atop. Brushing any crumbs and dust away, he finally laid down in the dark.

One triplet, impossible to say who, shyly crawled over to Ben and placed their head on his chest: "I watched Trunks while you were gone."

The well-loved abomination made from old corduroy and too many eyeballs stared at him: "Thank you, kiddo. I bet she had a lot of fun with you."

Their siblings, along with Shawn, gathered around Ben in a cozy circle. An arm around his neck here, a leg on his stomach there: one by one snuggled up to him. Safe and loved, surrounded by the people he missed so much, he closed his eyes for a final time today.

Everything was alright, Ben had found his way back home.

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Lukas was surely on the alert by now, another reason to quickly figure out his location. Shepard achieved so much in a single day: all the success still left him unsatisfied.

Silently, Otis trudged behind him and took a pensive look back at the camp: "Sometimes you scare me, Shepard."

"Only sometimes?" came the smug answer, "I'm beginning to slack off, it seems."

"He's too old for the children's tent." 

"I noticed. But you got your nanny back, so quit whining until I sort it out."

With a quiet growl, Otis let himself rest on a camp chair, overseeing the whole pasture. Guard duty was no exciting business. Until he was ready to take turns, it was nothing but watching and waiting out here. 

One way or another, Shepard wouldn't sleep tonight. 

"Want to fetch the other one too?"

"Without question."

"Mhh," was all Otis said in return. Shepard knew how he thought of Luke, but as long as he didn't intend to put his boys on the fields, Otis should keep his little opinions to himself. He wasn't in the mood to discuss parenting with his right hand's right hand.

Shepard fought himself through the grass up to a tiny log cabin at the settlement's entry. The surrounding fence was new, another change he surely had to break to Reuben gently. Martens were a good explanation, maybe honey badgers if he felt bold with his flowery hyperbole. 

Inside the cabin that served as his office, front desk, and roost in one, somebody was waiting impatiently. The solar-powered desk lamp was already switched on, illuminating a more than pissed-off face on Shepard's cot. 

Sam didn't look too happy altogether: "I've been sitting here…for HOURS!"

"I offered you to join us for dinner earlier." Would've certainly stuck out like a sore thumb, he mused.

"I'm good." They remained determined but visibly nervous underneath, "Fulfill your part of the deal."

"I'm truly thankful for your help. But I'm going to return the favor tomorrow, Sam. This day wrung me out."

"Hell no, I didn't make myself complicit in a kidnapping just to be pushed aside. We're doing this right now!" Restless fingers hammered on his desk.

„Good grief. Calm down, no need to be upset,“ Shepard demanded, looking at the angry red spots on their neck matching their hair. He was fully expecting them to huff and puff every tent away. "Take a deep breath in."

Their face said "Don't tell me what to do, old man!", yet their body followed nevertheless.

"And out." A bit of hostility left with the exhalation. Tolerable, for starters.

"You helped me to locate my missing son and get him home after one too many drinks. Does that sound like a kidnapping to you?"

"He didn't look overjoyed to me." Unsuccessful in finding any documents that could prove any degree of kinship, Sam was even less proud of yesterday's stunt. They scoffed wordlessly.

"Why don't you ask him in the morning? I requested Birdie to make us waffles for breakfast."

"Fine. We're still doing the interview now, anyway!"

"Yes, we are. But please don't scream at me, Sam." With a patient smile, Shepard took a seat in his swivel chair. Now and then, bad press was precisely what it claimed to be and everyone already had enough trouble for the day, so a few more white lies seemed necessary. 

"Okay, alright." With a final huff, Sam fished out a notepad and started recording on their phone. Double the precautions; so much distrust seemed unhealthy.

Half an hour, tops, he couldn't afford to waste any more time on the requests of his decoy.

"I hope your friends from the World Wide Web won't be disappointed with my old tales," he mumbled and rubbed his eyes, "remind me of the main subject again, please."

Modern cult structures.

"Alternative lifestyles," Sam claimed instead.

The last thing they needed was an angry guru inciting the masses. At worse, the calculated twenty-minute drive to their motel would get enough distance between them to cool off a bad temper; better to stay bedfellows with redneck mites than sleeping in a tent nobody can hear them scream in. Stuck at the end of the world, they watched Shepard interlace his fingers expectantly.

"Okey-dokey. Shoot!"

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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Febuwhump 2024 Masterlist]

@febuwhump

[tyranasauruslex]

was thinking about Lukas surprised Roman with cake and candles but Roman tripped and dropped the cake but they still had a great time

I actually see Lukas as being the clumsy one - he’s not used to dating/being around someone that much smaller than him and his giant albatross arms keep getting in the way.

He’s knocked over all of Romans nice bedroom lamps when he was stretching, tripped over his tiny shoes more than once (they’re hard to see when you’re over six feet tall) and had to buy his own mugs due to Romans all being too small for his massive hands.

Lukas would definitely try and resurrect the cake if he dropped it though - they’re not eating floor cake.

[smertzimy]

@manymusesbym

Lukas is still asleep, thrashing around his bed as he lets out a scream. The night terror had been of Lukas being an agent again. He curls up into a ball as he sobs. The lamp that was on his night stand was shattered on the floor. He begins to wake up when he hears Bucky is there. "Pa?" His voice is raw, broken.

"Lukas.... It's a nightmare, i'm here. Come on wake up!" Bucky said quickly, he knew better than to touch someone having a nightmares concidering how many times he had actually tried to deck the persom waking him up. "It's me, it's Bucky."

[longeyelashedtragedy]

oooh modric?

L U K I T A

(i'm already both struggling with the concept of finding just one favorite photo of him, but at the same time i have a very classic go-to hahaha)

favorite thing about them: uh literally everything? if i was raising or helping to raise a boy, i would use luka as a positive role model for non-toxic masculinity. i just adore him in every way. he's not perfect, but he seems like such a good person who operates with intelligence and humility--at the same time he's tough and no pushover! i love his floofy hair and elf face combined with his Manly Voice and best abs in football (and 3rd nipple vibes hahaha...he has a birthmark on his Tits.). plus, his wife Vanja is the queen of wags and in the family photos they seem to be raising their kids to be normal kids--they're not always posed in instagram ready outfits and express their own senses of style instead of wearing cutesy matching outfits (looking at you rakitic family your kids are TOO OLD for that). his football is so sexy and exciting to watch. i will watch his rm highlights and it's just so!!! imagine a lukita & lamps midfield linkup!

also the #old #man #way he #UsesHashtags #😎

also also i like that he is older than i am...i feel like footballers are all 5 years old these days lol

least favorite thing about them: he plays for one of my least favorite teams :( so i never watch him play, lol. but at least rm (as far as i know) treats him decently as an Ancient Player

favorite line: omg...maybe when he cursed out a slovenian ref, "jebem ti mater slovensku u pičku" (def spelled that wrong) ORRR uh the classic when he wrote "I am fucked" in the comments of his ancient insta post

brotp: like...everyone he meets? luka and kova, luka and carli (tho luka ćorluka is def a valid OTP), luka and MARCELO...idk he just seems to bring joy and sunshine to everyone he meets. no wonder his mom called him "my sun" at one of his awards ceremonies.

notp: with messi

otp: i mean....i mean...

R A K I D R I Ć. my first otp of two footballers. it's everything. after all these years i think it still might be my favorite football ship. it gives lamperry in a sense (though lamperry also gives šejan...Interesting) the way Luka makes ivan feel so good and bright and happy and like he belongs (until it all went to shit.). i wish they could have been together somehow, even though vanja is the rare wag i 100% love lol.

(runnerup: modramos)

random headcanon: uhh...lukita is one of those guys who i think is pretty straight, but has some exceptions.

unpopular opinion: STOP CALLING HIM A FUCKING LESBIAN/DYKE i will literally. what the fuck. it ain't cute and saying a man isn't a man bc he has qualities you like? or somehow associate with femininity? is...don't contribute to the problem guys. thank god i haven't seen much of this recently but like...gurguhg it gets my blood Boiling

song i associate with them: ok this is weird...but the only song that makes me think of lukita is "sin pijama" by becky g/natti natasha, and this is only because dejan had an insta video where he's driving to see luka and singing that song into the camera...apparently he wants to see luka in his bedroom without pajamas? modren agenda

favorite picture of them: actually. i'm going into my Archives and posting two random ones

feat. ms VANJA BOSNIĆ herself

[cassarilladraws]

A Simple Word

Lukadrien Fluffuary (using this prompt list) Day 23: Forehead Kiss/Touch Prev | Next Read it on Ao3 Words: 1142 Rating: T Tags: Post-Reveal Lukadrien, Married, Soft, Silly A bowl of mostly eaten popcorn sat on the coffee table accompanied by candy wrappers and empty cans of sodas. It was Luka’s idea to have a movie marathon. A lazy night in, just the two of them. They watched their favorite movies together, quoting the best lines, singing the songs, throwing popcorn for the other to catch in their mouths, and sharing all of the little facts they knew about each film.

They were over halfway through the fourth movie of the night when Luka stretched out across the couch. His body took up the length of the sofa, crossing over Adrien’s lap so that his head was propped up on what should have been his husband’s soft armrest.

“Just getting more comfortable.” Luka said with a yawn.

“Suuuure, you are.” Adrien knew better.

He couldn’t help but reach down and play with his husband’s long black and blue hair. Even though he knew it would only prove to lure Luka to sleep faster. Adrien turned his attention back to the screen, but it was only a few minutes later that he heard a shift in Luka’s breathing. When he looked down the man was fast asleep.

Adrien laughed softly and whispered. “That’s what I thought, babe."

When the credits did eventually roll, Adrien found that his own eyes were sleepy. That was enough movies for the night. Of course now there was the issue of getting off the couch.

He looked down at Luka to see a face illuminated in warm light from the lamp they’d left on. The blonde couldn’t help the way he admired every feature as if they were details of a priceless piece of art. His fingers traced along Luka’s jawline, amused to feel the stubble there. Then his eyes landed on lips he had kissed countless times. Lips he’d kiss countless more.

Because this was his soulmate.

His love.

His husband.

“I can’t believe you’re mine.” Adrien kept his voice low as he leaned down and lightly kissed Luka’s forehead. “You’re so beautiful.”

When Adrien pulled back, blue eyes were blinking back up at him.

“Is that all I am to you… a pretty face?” Luka teased, though he certainly knew the answer.

“No.” Adrien breathed out with fervor and devotion that Luka hadn’t been prepared for.

That one word struck directly to the guitarist’s heart. The weight behind it brought to mind other things Adrien had told him in the past. Words of understanding, adoration, devotion, and love.

Adrien had simply said No.

But Luka heard, “You are always there for others, let me be the one who’s there for you. Your feelings matter too.”

Adrien had simply said No.

But Luka heard, “I’m starting to think that maybe, just maybe, our inner melodies are meant to be played together.”

Adrien had simply said No.

But Luka heard, “I adore you. No one makes me feel the way that you do. I love your heart, your soul. Luka, I love you.”

Adrien had simply said No.

But Luka heard, “M’love, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

When Luka's body caught up with his mind he was gripping Adrien’s pajama shirt. He tugged on it and Adrien complied enthusiastically. Their lips crashed together with passion. Luka let out a content hum that was answered by the purr rumbling from his husband’s chest.

When they finally parted Adrien narrowed his eyes and shot Luka a very not-so-innocent looking grin. “All I said was ‘No.’ Didn’t mean to get you all worked up.”

Luka rolled his eyes. “That is not how you said it.”

“Sure it is, you asked if I thought you were just a pretty face and I said—“

“No.” Luka cut Adrien off by imitating exactly how he had said it earlier.

To which Adrien paused for a moment only to lean back down and kiss Luka all over again.

When they parted for the second time, Luka laughed. “See what I mean?”

“Yeah, I think I do—” Adrien’s words were interrupted by a yawn he couldn’t stifle.

They both laughed sleepily at the interruption. 

“I think we could both use some rest, my Muse.”

“Yeah, but I’d like to sleep in our bed. Which requires you getting up.”

Luka groaned as the sleepiness hit him again with full force. “I want to sleep in our bed too."

“Pfft. Well, then get up.” Adrien chuckled and nudged him but the taller man didn’t seem to want to move at all.

After a few seconds Luka sighed. “Fine."

Then he proceeded to take the blanket with him as he rolled off the couch and landed unceremoniously in the floor.

“Well that’s one way to do it.” Adrien stood up on the couch cushion and hopped easily over the back. He walked into the bedroom only to turn around when he realized Luka wasn’t following him. “So… you coming or what?”

“Snakes can’t walk.” Luka’s groggy voice was muffled into the blanket.

“Oh really?” Adrien’s lips curved into a smile. He loved that he was the one who got to see Luka’s silliest side the most often. “Well, I guess you’re slithering to bed then? Better get to it.”

“Adrieeen.”

The floor was hardwood and Adrien knew from constantly sliding around in his socks what Luka had in mind. So, he walked over and grabbed the edge of the blanket Luka was wrapped in.

The blonde shook his head as he spoke, “You know, I’m afraid if I don’t do this you’ll actually sleep on the floor. Which I’m purr-ty sure you’d regret in the morning."

Adrien began pulling on the blanket. Luka was easy enough to slide into the bedroom. Once he got him to the side of the bed Adrien let go.

“Well, that’s your stop.” The blonde crawled into bed. All the while laughing at the groan from Luka’s direction. “I’m glad we have such a nice, comfy bed. So warm and cozy. With these awesome pillows. It’d be too bad if I had to sleep here alone.”

Adrien got under the comforter and counted to three silently. 

He heard Luka sigh, then watched as the man lazily crawled up into the bed to join him.

“It is pretty comfy.” Luka agreed, his words barely comprehensible because of his sleepy state.

Adrien cuddled close and wrapped his arms around his husband. The contact bringing on a soft content purr. “Love you”

“Love you too.”

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Plagg and Sass had been woken up by Luka's flop onto the floor and watched the scene unfold.

"Was all of that really necessary? Our holders are strange." Plagg observed.

"They're also the best we've ever had." Sass said matter-of-factly.

The black kwami nodded in agreement. "They are. Strange and the best aren't mutually exclusive my friend. They are living proof of that."